She could see the dust in the distance, moving up her driveway, even before She saw the car that generated it.
"Afternoon," he said while his tires still crunched the gravel beneath them.
"Hi there," she said smiling. "Terry." She held out her hand and he shook it.
"Blaine. Sorry to disturb you but I'm hopelessly lost. Do you have any idea where this is?" He handed her a paper with a map and list of directions.
"You're not disturbing me. We don't get many visitors out here. You look thirsty...could you use a beer?"
"That would be great," he said, getting out of his car.
"You're a long drink of water," Terry drawled, squinting up at Blaine who stood six feet six in his boots.
Both smiled at her obvious double entendre.
She's cute...and helpful,
he thought so Blaine said nothing. She was a little older than he'd first thought when he saw her in tight jeans as he drove up. He could tell immediately that she was attracted by the taboo of his dark chocolate skin.
"Wait here. I'll get the beers and a map."
"Fuck it," Blaine said in frustration as they neared the bottom of their bottles. "I'm never going to find it using a map. Where's the nearest town?"
"Just up the road...forty miles or so. What do you say? One more beer before you go?"
"Why not."
Blaine deliberately let his long fingers play with the long neck bottle. They'd been described as like king crab legs and the dwarfed the bottle. He could see her eyeing them and knew she wanted to say something but was afraid to make the first move.
"Fingers are so big and clumsy," he said, opening up the conversation to move in more erotic directions. He held them up so she could get a good look. He knew it wouldn't be long before they'd be discussing the length of something else. The curiosity of the middle aged white wife is a powerful thing.
"Is it true?" she asked, taking hold of one of his fingers, examining it, caressing it.
"Is what true?"
"You know."
"Maybe you better tell me. I don't want to get my face slapped for answering the wrong question."
"Would you like to come inside?"
"What about your husband?" he asked, tracing the wedding band on her finger. "He doesn't mind?"
"He doesn't mind what he doesn't know." Terry took his hand to lead him inside.
"There's something you should know first."
"What's that?"
"It's what we'll do. You should know that I only permit fellatio on the first date."
"First date? Ha!" she laughed. "Is that what you call this, a date?"
"Not sure what else to call it."
"How about a fuck? That's what it is."
"I suppose you're right...except for the fucking part."
"You're serious?" she asked.
"Perfectly," he answered.
"You think I'm just going to suck you off and you'll go on your merry way?"
"I don't know if you will or not, but that's the offer?"
